Each summer I sunbathe quite nude
Onlookers gasp, they think it’s rude
Cos I'll open my thighs
To deter pesky flies
I'm thankful my spouse is no prude!
As you are stripped of all material possessions little by little...
As your masks crack and slip off one by one...
As your pride destruction lessens moment to moment...
As the ego priorities change person to person...
As you look in the mirror day by day...
Do you know who you are?
you are love,
you are beauty,
you are compassion,
you are peace,
you are joy,
you are happiness,
you are loved.
Bare, Naked and Raw
The Truth Piercing the Core
Emotions reveal Intentions
Naked I bare My soul to You
You will always know My Love is True
You and Me, Me and You
Naked to bare My Secrets
I will Always be Yours
Mind, Body and Soul
My Solar Energy Feeding Your Moon
Stimulating Your Waters
An Affinity with Oshun's Daughters
My Love is My Bond, My Love is My Truth
Soul to Soul, Mate to Mate, My Majestic Brute
I Acknowledge You, Have no Fear
Naked in My Dragon's Lair
Soaring with the Greatest Pleasures
Diving Deep Within Your Treasures
I Love You Beyond the Greatest Measures
I Sort through Your Pain
Your Umbrella in the Rain
In the Heights of Ecstasy
With You I Am Free
In My Natural Existence, You Belong With Me
In My Past Lives, I Remember You There
Our Braided Bond is Perfectly Rare
Naked is My Adoration for You.
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
Hate to admit but Jack is right.
What matters most? How fit and tight!
Plus slender legs that stretch a mile,
Accompanied by a sweet smile.
IQ, in flair of flirtation -
Subject to negotiation.
In fantasy of sex appeal
Bikini seals the package deal.
So Jack is right, there’s no contest,
The naked truth is worth the test.
August 25, 2023
Contest: Bikini Quote
Sponsor: Julia Ward
The Naked Truth
Haiku: Miracle Man
8-20-2023
A truthful saying
wrongdoings must be paid for;
either here, or there.
You asked for a naked truth-
I smiled and whispered
Thought you’d never ask.
So here’s my naked truth, baby.
I thought I only wanted you for a one night stand
and be gone.
Only I didn’t realize I’d be addicted to you from
the instant I felt your lips on mine.
I’ve never felt so much alive and fulfilled
until your tenderness pervaded into my soul.
You are it.
My naked truth.
The one.
That I want.
And need.
Tonight.
You smiled and whispered
Baby, let’s get naked together forever.
Fin Chuuk
2/4/23
Old Billy blind dated cute Joy
And declared her the real McCoy
Alas Billy was silly
Because ‘Joy’ has a willy
When starkers she’s a lady boy!
10/01/20
I'm up to my eyeballs in tawdry disguises -
let women wear auras or no clothes at all!
Let men naked roam too! Dark skin, white, sans tattoo,
and the light of day see just what's bought and what's me!
Should my poems more suit you or dress down all sizes,
Conflate cows deemed sacred with pigs that appall?
Do metaphors obfuscate, or catch one napping -
do meter and rhyme feed or threaten belief?
Is a Lotus one drives, just a bloom one contrives
to take focus away from crass things one might say?
Is a plunging neckline more release or a trapping,
(gill net) for unschooled? There's allure, but no beef?
God's truth can't be mine though my head's a humdinger -
all-natural, unswollen, upstart in art!
I'm a retrograde poet, who feels more a butt
for colliding with free verse, that others traverse
as if skiing downhill. But for me, rhyme's the bringer
of what's in the pipe! My brain plays a bit part!
Brian Johnston
25th of June in 2020
Modesty
Of the naked truth
Hands
That hide
That truth
That hurts
One
Still try’s to shield
The honest truth
From eyes
That seek
To see
The truth
To remove
Those hands
To see oneself
Naked
Before all
Warts an all
How modest
The naked truth
It's a bottomless hollow.
No ending.
It is free falling.
A gravity in sorrow.
Ambrosia can't satisfy
the tyrant’s hunger
of expanding its lair;
Laws, his greatest adversary.
A man on the pedestal.
Alone but he has the world.
The emptiness there is; so is cold.
Discontentment is an autumnal petal.
Satiate, people pray!
Bless thy gifts,
Uttered by Judas's lips.
Like his kiss, a dirt; a clay.
We live in a cruel world,
The world of kill or be killed
The world of pain and tears
Where happiness and joy are illusions
The world of witchcraft
The world filled with be formed demons
The world where the unloved and the unnatural feed
The world where humanity doesn't exist
I am forced to exhale the naked truth
For my ears are brought nearer to the earth's mouth
To hear all its cries
And deliver to mankind its complaints
I am fond and close enough to hear its heartbeat ,
Not blind at all in seeing the blood spilt in it, choking and denying earth a chance to breath
I am all seeing to it all
I see shame upon this world,
For I am an eye laid awake behind bushy forests
I hear cries of unplanned deaths
For I have ears blue in skies
The message is passed yet we're too deaf to hear it's warnings
The world is dying ,
Yet fun is the only thing we're seeing
Time flies like wings of clouds
Days ascend in descend like grace and blessings
And so as we're too blind to see the end of the world
Forever has come nearer
Seconds have come to an end
And all is doomed,
All will die,
Along with death ,
We've reached the end
Poetry.
Feelings on paper
Your soul flipped
Inside out
Exposed
Poetry
Naked truth
Honesty on paper
Vulnerability shared
Revealed
Poetry
Unannounced
Pierces another’s heart
Surprises, amazes,
Tantalizes, terrifies
Honors some
Behind the mighty structures of brick and stone,
Are the naked hands of people who stand alone,
Fighting against all odds through the sun & rain,
Until the last drop of their energy drains.
A group of faceless people lacking urbanity,
Yet striving each day for their pride and vanity,
To build castles of dream for their family & kids,
So they don’t have to suffer, the way they themselves did.
With tanned, battered bodies and soiled sores,
They are forever ready to take on more,
Only to earn enough to make ends meet,
And manage a jhuggi on the narrow street.
No matter how often they drop to the ground,
With illness or by exhaustion downed,
The hope of a bright new day in their eyes,
Makes them rub off the dust and rise.
No matter if they have to stay miles apart,
From friends & families so dear to their heart,
The lamp of hope within them is always alive,
The grit of a labor isn’t dead till they die.
Naked Truth
I am afraid
to undress the truth
because there are elders
they are strict
so I cannot tell
a naked truth
I better clothe my story
with lies all over
to avoid problems
so I may be safe.
Drencho POET Loads
My eyes are glued to the naked truth
Fresh from the shower her body looking smooth
I only want to lay my hands on her tender breasts
Her nipples are protruding,partially hard like a dried raisin
My feelings are escalating and rising
As i think of spending my whole life with the naked truth
Her curves are appetising
With goosebumps emerging from that heavenly body
God created something so Godly
I want to spend my whole life
With the truth
My confessions are enough proof
That i do not want skeletons
In my closet
I only want to lie with the truth in my casket
The comfort i get from hearing the truth is erotic
My mind is on that voluptuous body which seems so exotic
When lies strip and tease me
I think of the vow i made to you
That i will walk side by side with you
I will admire you until the world is through
Your body is glistering with honesty
Your eyes are electrifying me your majesty
The pleasure of kissing you
Is much more than the pleasure of sleeping with lies
A million times
The whole truth is that the truth competes me
It sets me free
I love hearing the truth
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